Today's monologue is a little different. Instead of talking and walking, I'm talking and kyaking, making my way down and up our normally dry creek, which is now flowing in the wake of the second flood of 2016. This is a noisy monologue, in which I had to be very careful not to lose my iPod. Hear me waffle on about the creek, the birds, the river red gums, the flood and some of the history of the creek.